Recently, just before bedtime prayers, we had the following conversation.
Anne-with-an-e talked about staying home from trick-or-treating this year, so she could help me pass out candy to all the cute visitors. "Besides," she said, "with these braces, I can't eat half the candy that people pass out."
"Okay," I said. "But, every couple of minutes, I'll toss a piece of candy into a bag for you anyway. That way, you can stay home, but you'll still get a haul. But," I added, "I'll expect a 'God bless you' every time I toss." (In keeping with our family's tradition of thanking each benefactor with a "Thank you! God bless you!")
"You'll get a lot of blessings!" Betsy told me.
"You might get a kid!" added Ramona.
She's got that blessing definition down pat.